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To the sad ones, to the dead ones, to the brave ones who have gone before, tell me what you see when you look at me. Tell me what you wish you knew when you were me. I wonder if you smile bitterly when I look at you, because you once looked the same way at the ones who’d gone before. I wonder if I’ll do the same once I have gone before.
-(via orlansky)

daughterofdiaspora:

my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.